Shrew: What the f**k are you, what are you so smug? (fight in the middle)
Shrew: You f***ing c**t, who the f**k do you think you are?! Your old c**t of a mother couldnâ€™t sell her c**t so she found you in the trash outside.
Worker A: What are you doing? Are you cursing me or my mother?
Shrew: What does it matter? Iâ€™m cursing you, cursing you, cursing your motherâ€™s old c**t, cursing you, cursing you, cursing your mother. What? Your motherâ€™s dirty rotten c**t, canâ€™t sell her c**t and found you in the trash, you know that, right?
Worker B: Let it go, why are you doing this, yelling at her continuously until now?
Shrew: At your age, what do you think you can do with your face?
Worker A: You cursing me is one thing, but you even curse my mother.
Shrew: So what if I curse your mother? How did your mother give birth to someone like you? So many people at this station, yet is there anyone like you? There is no one like you.
Shrew: What the f**k are you doing?
Crowd: Alright, stop yelling, just let it go.